Sunday, February 16, 2014

Be Still, Forever

Be Still, ForeverBy: David W. PedersenInto a brain, lacking crystallinity, I was told that death moved towards, never away,and that time was a concept measured in disappointment.Fleeting.An escape from all things.Pushing through.Youth cannot be recaptured, regardless of clothing, hair, or vicariousness.Darkness.A slow fade replaces the seeping raw footage that is life.There are no senses afterwards.What can be touched without hands?No memories.Silenced voices and a breath underwater.A mute’s prayer,in a vacant desert.Pin It